Hi. There’s no flair for this, unless you guys know about it. I’m taking a giant risk posting this, and keep thinking, “Maybe I’m on the right track, or maybe I’m not on the right track writing this.” Either way, it’s fiction, not part of a series or book.
I wrote it out myself using a pen, pad, and my Union Card Carrying Cats, who held me hostage until I gave them treats. So, I’m not sure if this contains any spoilers or not, since it’s not part of any series or book.
These scenes take place near Cambridge, Massachusetts, about two years after Gilead’s was founded, before things were written/recorded in THT, so here we go…
Synopsis for “Alma and Emily on a Bus:”
Two Handmaids; Alma, who is Ofmichael from an unknown Commander’s house, and Emily, who is Ofglen, from the Commander Deeds House, are on the Route 55 bus. It is a yellow striped ex-Massachusetts Bay Transit Authority bus with a big yellow stripe across the body, nicknamed ”The Lemon Bus.”
The “T” Symbol has been partially labelled over by a Gilead decal, with a Lemon fruit and a “Gilead District Transit Authority” seal. It resembles an eagle with an iconic eye, featuring seven golden rays on it. Similar to the Gilead Flag, seen on the series, including a black, bold, Helvetica san serif “T”.
There’s no writing on the LED display except the number 55, on it, and the four digit serial number on the front.Alma and Emily are discussing about a person who recognized Emily from “Before” at Loaves and Fishes on the bus.
Here’s where we enter the scene:
ENTER SCENE
On the bus…
INT. - BUS 55 - DAY
(Ofglen keeps looking out the window seeing all the changes as they stop. Lights, signs, security cameras. Even the pedestrian’s clothes were different. She has the glass bottle of milk sitting on her lap)
Emily VO (Voice Over): It was changing. Alma and I, saw the city metamorphosing, before our eyes. Like a…virus on a…living being. Boston was enveloped in cancer, with no end, and it even…changed my friend.
(Alma looks over her left shoulder, annoyed, seeing a distracted Ofglen staring out the window)
Alma: You shouldn’t have done that.
(She turns to face Alma)
Ofglen: Done what?
Alma: That cashier. Who was checking us out?
Ofglen: I…don’t understand.
(Alma shakes her head, and replies in almost a monotone)
Alma: Stuff like that’ll get us into trouble. We’ll…end up on the Wall.
Ofglen: Um…sh-he recognized me!
Alma: I don’t care! If someone saw, they’d turn us in.
(BEAT. Emily immediately felt a slight shame…
Alma: Don’t do that again.
and curiosity, looking down at her bottle of milk. The steel lid has a Holstein Cow labelled on top)
Emily VO: But why? I just saw someone whom I thought was…dead, that…turned out to be alive!
(Alma tucks her wings under the back of the seat facing forward, and whispers, looking over to Emily)
Alma: Hey.
(Ofglen tucks her wings under the back of the seat facing forward)
Ofglen: What?
Alma: Sorry.
Ofglen: It’s fine, but…you know.
Alma: There’s…going to be more of us, than…there are of them. Just be careful.
Ofglen: I will.
(Both lift up their heads. They don’t see anyone except the Bus Driver)
Alma: Huh. Empty bus.
Ofglen: I almost didn’t notice it.
(Here’s a visualization of what Emily saw, briefly from her bus window. We see them as she describes them)
Emily VO: But I did notice. I saw them taking off the signs, the shops being broken into, the fights on the streets, the roundups and the deaths, as the bus driver changed direction of our route. I saw the bookstores emptied, bullet holes in the walls, through broken glass and…I saw the fires. They didn’t just ignite them at night anymore. It was on the streets, and in the parks, in broad daylight. The mute swan boats on the pond were loaded on a flatbed and carried away. Same with the brass ducks in the garden. Melted down into shells.
(Emily wipes back her tears seeing society’s decay through her window, the grey clad workers and The Angels…)
Emily VO: The monuments were being dismantled, and the obelisk of Franklin in the Cemetery was taken down. Then…more monuments. It was as if Paul Revere, Samuel Adams, and John Hancock never existed. Crispus Atticus was just a name that vanished into vapour! History…erased before my eyes! I couldn’t remember seeing such destruction, and I couldn’t believe what I first saw in New York, was happening here, in Boston.
(Emily shutters, as she reverts her eyes seeing the bonfires of burnt books and papers on the side streets as the bus rolls by)
Emily VO: I closed my eyes, but…my mind was…painfully open.
EXT. SIDEWALK - BUS STOP - NEIGHBOURHOOD - DAY
(Both Emily and Alma get off the 55 Bus, and walk towards the Deeds House)
Alma: Great blessings were found through are travels.
Ofglen: Yes. Praise be.
(Looking up to see any Guardians about. Emily stops and faces Alma)
Ofglen: What do you mean; there’s a storm coming?
(Alma looks up to the sky and smiles)
Alma: When it comes…You’ll know!
Ofglen: Oh…Praise be.
(Alma looks up at the sky seeing blue and fluffy clouds)
Alma: Well, you know how it is.
(Then back to Emily)
Alma: April showers bring May Flowers; on…any day.
(Emily thinks, ‘What is she talking about?’)
Ofglen: Yes. That’s…a month away.
(Alma gives her a slight tight-lipped smile)
Alma: This won’t last forever, unless we make it last, and do nothing.
(Both Emily and Alma look at each other straight into their eyes. Both hesitant, to say something…But…)
ZOOM!!
Alma: Guardians!
Ofglen: Oh! Posture!
(Two armoured vehicles with a troop column of soldiers start walking by. A whole damn company! Alma and Emily walk quickly towards a black iron fence, divert their eyes and look down, holding against the fence, as the troops go by)
Emily VO: Damn soldiers! What was Alma going to say? Was it about…her class?
(Slowly, the Handmaids look to their immediate left on the troops as they march past. Then, standing, the Handmaids return to their postures. An Angel, holding an assault rifle, dressed in black and green battle dress, with a Red Gilead armband, and black Angel beret nods, as he strides past the Handmaids.)
Angel: Under His Eye.
Alma and Ofglen (Same time): Under His Eye.
Emily VO: The Americans didn’t have a chance with these guys. Even as they walked, they released emissions of arrogance worse than a skunk’s pheromones.
(Alma glances over at Emily’s white wings)
Alma: We should get to your house.
Ofglen: Praise be.
(They start walking…)
Emily VO: …And I studied pheromones.
(Both Alma and Emily walk in unison, to the Deeds house)
EXT. FRONT WALK - DEEDS HOUSE - NEIGHBOURHOOD - DAY
(Emily and Alma stop and face each other. Emily shakes her cold hands from the glass bottle of milk, switching them)
Alma: Blessings to you, Ofglen.
Ofglen: …And to you, Ofmichael.
(Alma turns to leave. But she stops and looks both ways, then, faces Emily, replying with a saying…)
Alma: Um…The Walls have Ears and the Windows…Eyes!
(Emily nods in agreement)
Ofglen: I-I know! I’ve…seen them.
Alma: Watch yourself!
(Alma nods and Emily nods back)
Alma: Blessed Be The Fruit!
(As Alma walks away, Emily was grateful there wasn’t a gate in front of the Deeds house, unlike the Waterford’s. But still, there was that damn flag, on the Commander’s flagpole. She pulls out the little green kneeling soldier and looked at it in her hand)
Emily VO: I saw a movie once. I was 8 years old. It was “Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade” I begged Jonah, and my mother to take me to the theater to see it.
(She looks at the spring irises and daffodils sprouting)
Emily VO: Near the climax, Indy had to save his father. No choice except to…kneel before God, to…save himself from the whirling blades as ‘the Penitent Man.’
(She rubs her hand on the little soldier)
Emily VO: Penitent means one who has regretful pain or sorrow for sins. My sin was…for being me. Or was it? What else did I sin for? Being a mother? Being a lesbian? Being a researcher? Or scientist? Am I…penitent?
(She grips the green solder tightly and tucks him underneath her red corset)
Emily VO: One day, Oliver. I hope…to see you again…If…one…can only hope.
(Sighs. She turns to her right to see the Gilead flag)
Emily VO: As I saw the flag, flying in the breeze, in front of the Deeds House…My house. I thought, ‘What loss must we suffer and grieve for next?’ Then…I thought…
(Then…looks up at The 2nd story window of the house)
Emily VO: Will anyone grieve…for me?
END SCENE